Uniforms

So one of the ways I would tell my kids apart was by what clothes they were wearing. In China people wear the same outfit several days in a row, so it was easy for me to remember which kid I was talking to by what outfit they had on that week. 

But then ... uniforms. My first graders got their uniforms this week. 

Pat, Sharon and Becca

Those blasted uniforms have messed up my system!!!! Granted the kids are so adorable in them, but that's no excuse! 

Me and Ashlin (right before she gave me a big kiss on the cheek)

And that brings up another point: Where is the individuality? Where is freedom of expression? I know China is a collectivist society, but seriously! I propose we get rid of the uniforms so these children can freely express their personalities through their clothing!

But that's not even the biggest issue.

HOW IN HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER WHO IS WHO NOW THAT THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME?!!!!!!! 

I honestly could care less about the whole freedom of expression junk-I was just saying that to make myself feel better and less self-absorbed. 

I even have twins in one class. Now I'll never be able to figure out which one is Toby and which one is Parker. 

Side note: I totally should've named the one twin Tony instead of Toby. Because then they would be named after my favorite point guard in the NBA. But alas, I'm not that smart. 

Back to the uniform thing: I'm severely annoyed by them. But my babies do look so stinkin' cute in their little blue and white track suits. 

Aubrey, Me, Ashlin, and Kelsey

Aren't my babies the cutest things ever?!

In other news, I got my first full body massage this week ... by a guy. Believe it or not, it wasn't as awkward as it sounds. And I discovered guys are much better at massages because they have stronger hands. My back feels fantastic! My favorite part of the whole experience was when he massaged my head. I almost fell asleep. The part where he massaged my gluteus maximus was a little strange, but I didn't feel violated or anything. But oh my word, when he got to my feet .... 

I'm extremely ticklish. And my feet are one of the worst places. So the dude drapes the cloth thing over my right foot and starts rubbing it. My whole body immediately tensed up, my foot curled, I started giggling uncontrollably, and it was all I could do to keep from kicking him, jumping off that table, and running out of the building. After 15 seconds of rubbing my foot, he stopped and moved on to my lower back and he never touched my feet again. 

See Mom, this is why I can't get a pedicure. And note to my future husband (if you even exist), I will never ask you for a foot rub because you'd lose all your teeth in about 30 seconds. 

And in other news, my kids are learning a new dance. During exercise time, they all go out and line up and dance. Their last dance was to some boring Chinese song. But the new dance .... it's to Psy's song "Gentleman."

IT'S AWESOME!!!!!! 

My co-teacher and I went out there and practiced it with them today. SO MUCH FUN!!! Videos will soon be coming.